Chapter 188 Angel Meeting

"Hmm..." Pannica opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes and looked at the unfamiliar dome in confusion. "Resurrected?"

The memory still lingered on her own suicide in front of Ye Xinxia. She subconsciously murmured, "Did Lady Yizhisha win?"

"Hmm~"

An ambiguous panting sound suddenly came into my ears.

Panicia froze suddenly, and her pale cheeks turned red instantly.

She struggled to stand up, and the next second, her pupils contracted violently.

!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

I saw a handsome black-haired young man leaning lazily on an armchair, with Saint Ande sitting on his thighs with her clothes half undressed, her beautiful face flushed.

Behind him, Ye Chang was biting her black hairband, her hands affectionately around the young man's neck.

What was even more shocking was that there was a dragon lady lying on the ground with red marks all over her body!

Is there anything in this world more subversive than coming back from the dead and opening your eyes to witness hand-to-hand combat?!

“Oh? Awake?”

Wang Feng raised his eyes, looked at Pan Nijia's dull expression, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you?!" Panicia's voice trembled, and her eyes darted back and forth at Ander in horror. "And Ander, haven't you already..."

"Wang Feng." He slowly stroked Ander's smooth back. "Their master—and now, your master too."

The shadow of the Parthenon spirit slowly emerged behind him, its holy light forming an absurd contrast with the lewd scene at the moment.

"No, impossible!" Panicia stumbled back, "Where's Lady Izhisa? Where's the Great Sage?!"

"Them? I sent them all to the underworld."

"And you are the trophy I snatched back from the hands of the god of death."

Pan Nijia's legs went limp and she fell to the edge of the bed.

Is Yizhisha dead?

The soul also fell on this man?

And she was going to become a slave just because of this man's whim?

“You’ll get used to it.”

Wang Feng grabbed Pan Nijia from the air, and she let out a soft cry and fell into his arms uncontrollably.

Ye Chang came up to her at the right time and whispered in her ear with an ambiguous smile: "Relax, little saint~"

Pan Nijia's mind went blank, and before she could react, she was dragged into this 'battle'.

Although Panicia is only used to build bonds, one has to admit that the saints of Parthenon are indeed all stunning beauties in the world!

…

At the top of the holy city, surrounded by clouds and mist, the temple that only angels can enter exudes a sacred and majestic atmosphere.

"Michael? How did you become like this?" Remiel looked at the figure in front of him, his voice full of shock and confusion.

Michael in front of him had a weathered look on his face, as if he had aged at least thirty years in an instant. His originally heroic face was now covered with traces of time.

He frowned, his eyes fixed on Michael.

He couldn't even sense the slightest fluctuation in Michael's cultivation.

"I, I have something to say. Quickly call Uriel, Raphael and the others over here." Michael's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of anxiety and fear.

Remiel looked solemn as he took out the white jade horn that had been passed down for thousands of years.

As the distant trumpet sounded throughout the holy city, three holy pillars of light descended into the hall one after another.

Uriel, the first to appear, stood at least two meters tall, his muscular body stretching his robes tight. His sturdy arms were crossed over his chest. "What summons?"

Remiel silently turned sideways, revealing the haggard Michael behind him.

"Tell me, who hurt you like this?"

Michael took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then told the four archangels present everything about Wang Feng (Lucifer) without reservation.

After listening to Michael's narration for a long time, Uriel frowned, looked solemn, and fell into deep thought.

"Lucifer? Is there such an angel in the angel sequence?" Raphael's face was full of confusion, his eyes full of puzzlement, and he couldn't help but ask.

Remiel's expression was serious, and he shook his head firmly. "No, I'm sure of that. At least, since the founding of the Holy City, there has never been such a position as Law Enforcement Angel."

As the one who returned to the Holy City after judging the Son of Heaven, Wen Tai, Remiel is not only powerful, but also the official manager of the Holy City.

In his memory, the angel sequence of the Holy City had never had such a strange name.

Of course, the angels of the holy city have always followed the ancient rules and never interfere in human affairs easily.

Only when forbidden spell mages act recklessly and emperors are cruel and endanger the world, these "spokespersons of the gods" will leave the holy city and use their powerful strength to eradicate the disaster and maintain the balance and order of the world.

Lucifer, the angel of law enforcement mentioned by Michael, is responsible for supervising and judging those angels who abuse their divine power and bring disaster to the world.

Because of this, it is understandable that it has been hidden behind the scenes and unknown to the public.

This time, Michael must have really hit a wall, which is why he ended up like this.

Seeing the four archangels' calm expressions, as if they had accepted this fact, Michael suddenly became anxious: "Don't you doubt his identity?"

"Doubt? Is it useful?" Raphael said softly.

She knew Michael's strength very well - although he had not officially returned to the Holy City, he already possessed the power of a six-winged angel.

However, according to what he said, he was completely powerless against Lucifer, who was at least at the level of a Seraph.

Since he is a Seraph, who would be stupid enough to encounter this bad luck?

If this law enforcement angel really possesses the divine power to restrain the angel sequence, wouldn't it be courting death to act rashly?

Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for one.

Losing power is no joke - just look at Michael in front of you. The once high and mighty angel is now just an old man in his twilight years.

"Michael, no, I should call you John now." Uriel said coldly, "You should leave."

"Uriel! What do you mean?!" Michael's eyes widened.

"This is the Angel Temple." Uriel said expressionlessly, "And you are now worse than an ordinary mage. Let's go and live the life of an ordinary person."

"You——!" Michael was so angry that he was shaking all over.

He originally thought that these colleagues would avenge him, but he didn't expect that.

John slammed the door in anger and left, and the heavy temple door made a dull echo.

Remiel stared at Uriel: "Are you really not going to verify the identity of that Lucifer?"

"Is it necessary?" Uriel slowly stood up. "He is still an angel of the Holy City in the eyes of the world. He cannot shake our foundation. Moreover..."

He paused meaningfully. "How could it be so easy to investigate a Seraph?"

"If you insist on investigating, it's not impossible. Just remember what happened to John."

As Uriel's figure disappeared in the holy light, Raphael and Raguel also left one after another, leaving only Remiel in the empty temple.

"Parthenon... maybe our old friend will know something." Remiel said in a low voice with his eyes flashing.

(End of this chapter)